This puts Brother Thigh's apprentice in danger.
Even the old man in black robes was no match for the Little Turtle; even if he joined forces with Jin Changfeng, they would still be no match for it.
what to do?
Faced with such a terrifying enemy, how should he deal with it?
Just as Zhou Lingxing was racking his brains for a solution, a surprised and puzzled voice suddenly rang in his ears.
"Huh? Where's my Brother Thigh? Where did my huge Brother Thigh go?"
Zhou Zhengjiao searched anxiously through the crowd, his eyes filled with worry.
"Did he sneak away during the chaos? Fine, he could have at least left me his contact information! Otherwise, how am I supposed to curry favor with him later?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Lingxing turned around abruptly and searched for that figure in the crowd.
No.
Zhou Lingxing was overjoyed; now he didn't need to think of a solution.
He turned around and looked at the Little Turtle.
As you can see, he's gone.
The Little Turtle narrowed its eyes slightly, staring intently at Zhou Lingxing, then at Zhou Zhengjiao like a headless fly. It didn't think the two of them were acting.
Furthermore, knowing that kid so well—he's incredibly cunning—why would he linger after getting the Spirit Weapon?
"He can't have gone far," said the Little Turtle.
"Then let's go!"
The Little Turtle flew to Wang Yao's side, allowing Wang Yao to jump onto its back. In the blink of an eye, the Little Turtle carried Wang Yao and disappeared into the distance.
quiet.
The entire Zhou Family was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
No one expected that the dark clouds over the secret realm would dissipate so quickly.
There was no need for either side to continue fighting, so they each went home to their own families.
What they were all curious about was: who exactly was the girl who was with Xuangui Ba?
The scene changes.
Jiang Fan was taken by Wei Jiu to a place far away from the Zhou Family.
"Were you sent by Yan Shuai?"
Wei Jiu nodded expressionlessly. "My only task is to ensure your safe departure after you come out."
Jiang Fan understood.
" The Spirit Weapon is in your hands?"
One sentence was enough to put Jiang Fan on alert.
"Not here," Jiang Fan replied decisively.
Wei Jiu's lips twitched slightly. He had been secretly observing for so long, so he naturally knew some of the details.
"Your strength is too low; even if you had Spirit Weapon, it would be useless to you. Besides, the Spirit Weapon has been refined, and we can't remove the effects of that refinement. So you'd better take it out and let the researchers in our Divine Wind Camp figure something out."
Jiang Fan really wanted to say that the sacrificial mark had been removed and he could use it.
But he felt that if he actually said that, the other party would be even more eager to take it.
It's really not with me.
Jiang Fan opened his big eyes wide, his eyes full of innocence.
Wei Jiu suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, paused, and said coldly, "You should have heard the saying, 'A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.' Don't risk your life for a Spirit Weapon. Besides, as Great Xia, you should have a sense of the bigger picture!"
Jiang Fan was extremely displeased with Wei Jiu's lecturing words.
He fought tooth and nail in the secret realm, but not a single Divine Wind Guard came to his aid.
Now that he's out, he wants to reap the benefits immediately. Why should he?
"I told you, the Spirit Weapon isn't on me. If you don't believe me, you can kill me. That way you can freely search through the things in my spatial ring and see if the Spirit Weapon is really on me."
Actually, if Wei Jiu's tone hadn't been so condescending, Jiang Fan wouldn't have acted this way. He was just annoyed by Wei Jiu's way of lecturing his subordinates and morally manipulating them.
Wei Jiu narrowed his eyes, his face hardening with frost as he coldly scrutinized Jiang Fan.
"I'm curious, were you representing Yan Tianyang, or yourself just now?"
Jiang Fan stopped calling Yan Shuai and started calling Yan Tianyang by his full name.
To be honest, he had a good impression of Yan Tianyang, and before accepting this mission, he had asked the Crazy Old Man if he could avoid handing over the Spirit Weapon if he obtained it.
Although the Crazy Old Man didn't give a very clear answer, he conveyed the same meaning.
Since the Crazy Old Man meant it that way, Yan Tianyang's attitude should naturally be the same.
"You've got some nerve, calling Yan Shuai by his first name."
Wei Jiu's tone was dangerous, and his aura suddenly intensified, causing Jiang Fan to hunch his back, turn pale, and break out in large beads of sweat.
Jiang Fan clenched his fists, desperately releasing all his Psychic Power to resist the oppressive force.
But he didn't even last a second before blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Not only that, even the wounds that had just healed were ruptured under this terrifying pressure.
Blood dripped steadily onto the ground.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Jiang Fan gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single groan.
Looking at the arrogant and stubborn young man before him, Wei Jiu's expression grew increasingly cold and stern.
At the same time, they were also somewhat surprised and alarmed, not expecting that he was actually Advanced Psychic.
He has talent, but he's too rebellious and needs proper guidance.
"Hand over the Spirit Weapon, and I'll put in a good word for you with Yan Shuai and get credit for it."
Hehe... hehehe...
Jiang Fan chuckled softly, and more blood spilled from his mouth.
He was angry, so he laughed.
They all relied on their strength to suppress him, treating him like fish on a chopping board or ants under their feet.
Faced with these overwhelmingly powerful opponents, should he accept his fate? Should he compromise?
The answer is -- no!
He refused to accept his fate! He refused to compromise!
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan laughed even harder, his originally bent knees gradually straightening up as he desperately resisted, making a "crackling" sound as if his bones were breaking.
Raising his hand, his blood-red eyes met Wei Jiu's gaze with neither servility nor arrogance, and he coldly sneered:
"Are you deaf? The Spirit Weapon isn't on me."
Upon hearing this, the gloomy look in Wei Jiu's eyes became even more pronounced. "Don't think that just because you're Advanced Psychic and have extraordinary talent, you'll actually be afraid to lay a hand on me."
"Come on! Do it! If you've got the guts, then do it!"
As the low growl subsided, Jiang Fan's back gradually straightened.
"Click click click--"
The cracking sounds of the spine breaking were like firecrackers going off one after another.
Wei Jiu was shocked and provoked by the terrifying aura displayed by Jiang Fan.
To be honest, if Wei San hadn't told him to bring the person back and not let him get hurt, he probably would have already taught the other party a lesson.
Forcibly suppressing his anger, Wei Jiu turned his gaze to the spatial ring on Jiang Fan's finger.
"I'm giving you one last chance. Hand over the Spirit Weapon willingly."
"I told you, if you've got the guts, take it yourself! If not, get lost!"
"Court death!"
Wei Jiu grabbed Jiang Fan by the collar and lifted him up.
"Don't think that just because Yan Shuai values you, you can act with impunity. Let me tell you, the Great Xia Dynasty has no shortage of talent. If I were to really kill you, Yan Shuai wouldn't punish me for a mere, undeveloped genius like you."
Jiang Fan's face turned purple. He did not sit idly by and wait for death. Instead, he tried to mobilize the last of his Psychic Power and concentrate it on his Spirit Weapon, unleashing the strongest attack he could muster at the moment.
Having fully charged up his strength, just as he was preparing to launch a fierce counterattack, an extremely angry roar came from afar.